for the birds

There is something majestic about flocks of birds. Right now there is a huge flock of crows parked in trees around my house and they are making a racket. But for some reason, the cawing is not that upsetting. I sat outside and watched them, nestled in the treetops, every now and then all leaping at once and circling through the air in unison. Like a black wave through the sky, like the anti-stars of some Van Gogh painting. It's peaceful somehow, reassuring, though I'm not really sure howso.

I don't know, I just thought I'd share.